Real Life Spooky Stories

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I like the stories so far. Maybe we can get a few more for Halloween.

Phil

My story isn't scary or creepy but it is completely unexplainable, though I cannot imagine that there isn't a rational explanation.  I just don't know what it is.  Several years ago, when my sister and brother-in-law were still living in New Jersey, I flew back there to visit them.  The night before I was due to go home, I put everything from my pockets into my shoulder bag so that I wouldn't have to do it at the airport and could just walk through the security machine without setting it off.  That included pens, keys, a notebook, cell phone; you know, the usual suspects.  Along with all that I put in my cash.  I still remember that it was $142.00 in various bills.  Sure enough, when I got to the airport, I had no trouble at all getting through security.  Once through, I started putting the personal stuff in my shoulder bag back into my pockets.  Everything was there except the cash.  The bags had never left my sight from the time I packed them and because TSA saw nothing untoward about them, they were never opened for inspection.  I could not figure out where the money was.  I emptied everything out of the bag, thumbed through the book I had brought to read, put my hand in the bag and felt around, and looked in the empty bag.  Nope, the money wasn't there.  I decided to walk down to my gate even though the flight wasn't due to leave for a couple of hours, and, once there, again emptied everything out of the bag, flipped through the book, looked in every nook and cranny of both the bag and the things in it, but no money.  Because it was only about five in the morning, I was not going to call my sister and disturb her.  I started reading my book but after a few pages, the loss of so much money bothered me tremendously.  Therefore, I looked for a third time.  When I say I looked through everything in the bag and checked that there was nothing left in it that is exactly what I mean.  I felt in the bag and looked in it, as well.  The lighting in the airport was good and it was not difficult to see inside the bag.  I decided that, unless I accidentally left it in my sister's home, the money was lost.  About a half hour before flight time, I just couldn't stand it so went through the empty bag procedure a fourth time.  With everything out, I ran my hand around the inside.  All of a sudden, as I was bringing my hand out, the money just popped out from the pocket of the bag where I was sure I had put it.  Every penny of it was there.  As I say, there has to be a logical explanation but I know there was nothing in that bag the first three times when I emptied it.

I periodically think of this and have never been able to figure out what happened.

Not to discount anyone's experience, but a lot of the things we can't explain are due to 'false memory' among other things.

http://www.cnn.com/2016/07/25/health/hot...explained/

Not to discount anyone's experience, but a lot of the things we can't explain are due to 'false memory' among other things.

http://www.cnn.com/2016/07/25/health/hot...explained/

Sourav, while the article you posted is very interesting, I'm not sure it's applicable to the stories told here. As I stated in my story, there probably has to be a rational answer but I have never been able to figure out what it might have been based on my experience.

OK, my story isn't scary, but maybe a little creepy.

Years ago, my wife, our three kids, and I rented one side of a duplex. Each half of the house that was rented out mirrored the other. One weekend my mother took all three of the kids to spend the night with her over a Saturday night. My wife and I spent a nice quiet night together and planned on sleeping in late the next morning. Well, the next morning we were awoken to the sound of a couple of children running up and down the stairs in the other half of the house. Up and down the stairs, over and over again. Not only were we awake, but we were getting very irritated. Why wouldn't our neighbor stop her daughter(and her friend who must have spent the night) from running up and down the stairs?

Then, suddenly, the noise stopped. Dead silence in the house. After just about ten seconds we heard someone on the front porch. When we looked out, there was our neighbor and her daughter unlocking the door after coming home from church.

There hadn't been anyone home next door that morning, to be running up and down the stairs repeatedly to wake us up.....

I will share some of the army stories I heard from a friend. I do have an encounter myself but nothing as compared to those.

In Singapore Army, everyone in the first few months would need their head completely shaven clean (maybe 1mm of growth left?). So it was midnight two am and my friend decided to go to toilet. The rough layout is that the bathroom is divided left and right, left being the urinal, right being the bathing cubicle area and the connecting area is the wash basin. My friend decided to have a nice night pee and proceed to wash his hand at the basin. Suddenly on the right side, one of the cubicle starts to have water coming out, so my friend took a peek and saw a head outside peeking at him, it was bald and my friend didn't have his spec on. My friend basically just greeted him, thinking is one of our bunk mate, and just went back to wash his face, before leaving he went to check on that person, he open the cubicle...

There's no one, and the water keep flowing out. My friend went back to his room and never mention this to use until we finish our first part of our service.

The second one was also the same toilet, another friend of mine was standing outside the toilet (it was near our bunk), talking on phone to his girlfriend at around 2 in the midnight. The toilet light is triggered by sensor, as he was chatting, the light suddenly turn on, and obviously he couldn't have miss if someone have walk into the toilet. Of course, water sound came out of toilet, and he told himself it is time for him to sleep before he actually have a first encounter.

He end the call and walk into the bunk, yet again the rough layout is right and left, being he sleeping on the left. But as he open the door, he said he saw someone sitting on the floor on the right side, which doesn't seems to be in the proper attire. He pretend he never see anything and went to his bed, facing towards the wall. He said he can hear people breathing like 1cm away from his ear. He ended the story here.

Well, I got a feeling some of you might be curious in my story! My first day in army, as I woke up in the middle of the night, I scratch my bottom... I'm thinking, why am I scratching my skin over my pants. To finally realise someone have taken off my pant!!! I eventually found my pants right under my bed. Honestly, up to this date, I have no idea if it is a prank from my bunk mate or actually a real encounter. One of my top mystery in life.

This is nothing like what has been told so far...

I was a child and my father built our home, so it wasn't old and it had no history other than what we made in it. I can't tell you the date, but 1,000,000 years BC was playing in the theaters. I remember that because my friends and I were going to see it on the night in question. My folks had gone out and I was alone in the house, it was very quiet. I heard a noise in the basement which stopped me from moving so that I could listen. Then I heard footfalls coming up the basement steps. I got to a phone and called my friend, a neighbor. He and his mom came over, he with his BB gun (true story) it made sense at the time since that's the only gun available to us to protect our lives with. We found some empty cartons that had been knocked over, but that was all. Those steps had a distinctive sound when they were being used. The assumption was that the cartons had gotten knocked over (by what?) and my mind filled in the rest. But I KNOW what I heard. We checked all of the doors and windows and everything was locked and latched from the inside. If there were any other happenings in that house I don't know of them.

I just googled 1,000,000 years BC and I found the year to be 1966 making me 14 or 15.

Thanks everyone for sharing! @Sourav: that is an interesting article! Thank for posting. I can safely say my experience that we shared by my wife and some other's does not fall in that category.

I have one that, at the time, scared me to death. Nothing supernatural, just funny now.
One of the houses I lived in had a cellar and the only way to enter was from an outside door. I HATED that cellar. It was like every horror movie cellar you ever saw as a kid. You open the door and had to reach way in to find the light switch on the wall. At night, to a child, it was terrifying lol. Always thought something was going to grab me and pull me in.

When I was 13 the movie Tremors just came out and my mom, step-dad, and myself went and saw it. We got home about 10pm and my mom asked if I could go grab something out the cellar not knowing I'm having thoughts of creatures grabbing me from under ground now. (Note: The house had cedar shingle siding and beside the entrance to the cellar was a hole where one was missing). I unlock the door to pitch black darkness! So dark that as I reach my hand in to find the switch it disappears into it.
I hold on to the door jam to try and lean in further to feel the switch. Suddenly my hand makes contact with something solid, warm, and furry followed a fraction of a second later by pain as teeth and claws sink into my arm and hand. In shear terror and panic I scream like a little girl that only a 13 year old boy can do, falling back on the ground and kicking and scrambling away fast as I could.
My mom comes running out just in time to see the stray cat run out the door and past me so as I was able to get a glimpse of my nightmare come to life as well. After asking if I was OK my mother just starts laughing. Needless to say I did NOT go in the cellar that night!

These tales are certainly interesting.  Honestly, folks, all we need now is all of us sitting around a campfire after dark (while toasting marshmallows, of course) as we tell our tales. .

aerolord 's story reminded me of something that happened when I was in basic training myself back in 1980 - I attribute this to sleep deprivation and probably a bit of malnutrition. Induction into the military is conducted in a like manner to how cults bring in their new victims - they deprive you of sleep, keep you busier than a one armed paper-hanger and feed you a low protein high carb diet, assuming that you actually have time to get to the mess hall. We could fall asleep anytime anywhere if we stopped moving for even a moment. Class time was agonizing and usually consisted of standing at the back of the class taking deep breaths with most of the other guys. I can recall when we'd load into the deuces, we'd all be sitting in two rows facing each other and sitting shoulder to shoulder, rifles standing between our legs. As soon as everyone was packed in everybody's head would drop on the shoulder of the guy beside him and we'd be instantly asleep. It was like the walking dead except we weren't decaying. Anyhow, towards the end of basic we were out on field exercises for a week so sleeping and eating weren't getting done too well. One day we'd been humping it all day with 95 lb packs in full combat dress, weapons loaded (blanks) and carrying probably 80 rounds - 4 full mags and late in the evening we did an amphibious crossing and landed under attack from the "enemy" (other soldiers shooting blanks at us from the forrest). Fortunately I sustained no damage and didn't drown either and we continued the march arriving at the harbour that the advance party had established around midnight. I had pulled second watch duty so I actually got to collapse in a sleeping bag for what seemed like 15 seconds before I was woken up to go on watch. I put on my helmet and boots and headed to the location to relieve the first guy and then stood guard over pitch darkness. After a while I found that there was another guy standing beside me dressed in the same combat dress that I was wearing and so we started chatting with each other. This went on for a while and then I asked him a question and he didn't say anything. I repeated my question and he still just stood there, so I reached out to give him a nudge in case he had fallen asleep and my hand went right through him and then he was gone. That's really weird I thought and as I stood there continuing my watch I guess I must have fallen asleep (don't tell my sergeant) because I was awakened quite suddenly by the ground reaching up to meet me as I fell over like a tree. So I decide (again with the poor judgment) that in order to avoid hurting myself I'd best sit down. So instantly asleep again and when I open my eyes with a start - sleeping on watch is bad - it was just daylight and for the first time I could see where I was and where the harbour was and I was sitting up on a slope abut 20 yards from the harbour. Thankfully nobody else had woken yet and I was able to get back on my feet with none the wiser but for me and that guy who vanished into the ether a couple of hours earlier.

I remember this stuff mainly because of three things, the vanishing soldier, me falling asleep on my feet and being woken by falling to the ground and the waking with a start sitting there at first light overlooking the harbour. I'm sure that the soldier was a hallucination caused by severe sleep deprivation but it was pretty weird, I mean he was there and I was talking to him and he responded at least initially.

Sleep is a good thing